by Lacey Wolfe
The next thing he heard was the sound of his front door opening and then closing. What the hell? Had they just walked into his house? He got up from his desk and walked heavy footed out to see who the intruder was.
“Greg,” Megan called.
He dashed around the corner and saw her standing there, slightly damp from the rain. “Megan, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you just come in to begin with? You have a key.”
She held out a sheet of paper to him. He took it and saw it was the document to end their agreement and she had signed it.
“You could have just emailed it back.”
“I want to talk first. And I want to do it up here where I can speak freely.”
“Then by all means, let’s have a seat in the living room.” He motioned.
He followed her and took a seat away from her. His grip was tight on the sheet of paper that he really just wanted to rip up.
“Do I have permission to speak freely, Sir?” she asked.
“No need to call me Sir. You have signed this,” he snapped.
Megan sat quiet and he felt horrible giving her an attitude, but how could she sign this and then still act like his sub?
“When we talked the other night, you only allowed me to answer with yes or no. And I wasn’t able to fully express myself. You asked me if I wanted this lifestyle and I answered no. I want to explain my answer.”
She was much more confident in herself than he had seen in the past. And even though he was distraught over her ending their relationship, he was happy to see this change in her.
“I want to be with you, Greg. I don’t know any other way to say it. I like sharing dinners with you, watching movies, and so on. I want more of that. I want to talk freely to you about my life and my writing. I would love to be able to call you when I’m not here and just talk. I want to make love more where I can freely touch and kiss you. I’d even like to have a little more control sometimes in the bedroom. But I also want the playroom. I like being your sub and giving you my full trust and putting my pleasure in your hands. You know what I need and what will bring me the best pleasure.” Megan paused and took a deep breath. “What I need to know is do you want the same things?”
Did he? Fuck, yeah! Greg leapt up from his seat and smashed his lips to hers. He yanked her close to him, pressing his body to hers. She opened to him right away and when her tongue met his, those damn fireworks shot off. Just as he was about to lift her up and take her to his bed, she pushed him off her.
“Greg, we need to talk. Sex isn’t going to solve this. I need to know how you feel.”
“I want everything you said. Why do you think I wanted you here more days? But I wasn’t sure you wanted the same thing. I know you just got out of a marriage and maybe jumping into another serious relationship isn’t what you want.”
“My marriage was over long before the papers were signed. I didn’t enter into this with thoughts that I would find someone, but I did.”
“I knew from the moment I met you that you were special.”
She blushed, and it was so darn cute. “So you understand I want more than this lifestyle with you.”
He nodded before adding, “Why did you sign that paper?”
“If you didn’t feel the same, then I never wanted to see you again.”
“You couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to.”
She laughed. “Can I see the document?”
Greg hesitantly handed it to her. When she took it, she ripped it in half, several times. He smiled then scooped her up into his arms. “I want to make love to you. Can we stop talking now? I want to have you in my bed.”
“I think it’s time we talk without words.”
Megan fell against the plush comforter as Greg climbed on top of her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought his mouth to hers and enjoyed the taste. She had been honest—finally—and he had felt the same way. There was no better feeling than that.
His hands caressed her body and she sighed as she let hers explore too. It was wonderful being able to freely touch him. She needed this every so often. To not have to think about controlling herself with him but to just be with him. And the thought of getting to sleep in his bed with him, cuddled with his arms draped around her as she slept…well, that was heaven.
He started to trail his lips down her neck as he lifted her shirt. Sitting up a little, she let it glide over her head and it found its way to the floor. Then he removed her bra and his mouth latched on to her nipple. Curling her fingers in his hair, she groaned as he pinched her other nipple.
“I like being with you this way too. Having you touch me as I explore you, it’s a different experience.” He gazed up at her. “But I still enjoy tying you up. You look so beautiful when you’re bound.”
“I like it when you tie me up too. But I also like this.”
He continued to kiss his way down her body, pulling her pants and panties off on his way. Positioning himself between her thighs, he wrapped her legs around his neck. As his hot tongue lavished her core, he reached up and tweaked her nipples. His tongue made a thrusting motion at her opening before he then started to suck her clit. All the different sensations sent her over the edge quickly.
“Go ahead and come. Don’t wait on me to tell you to.”
She didn’t have to hear that twice. With her fingers still tangled in his locks, she tightened her grip as her orgasm ripped its way through her body. Once she finally relaxed against the mattress, Greg kissed his way down her legs, and before he stood up to strip, he left a light kiss on the arch of her foot.
“I can’t wait to make love to you,” he said.
“Greg,” she said.
He looked at her while he slid the last of his clothes off, his boxers.
“I want you to take me from behind. I think I’m ready.”
His eyes got big as soon as it registered what she was wanting. “Are you sure you’re ready? I want it to be enjoyable.”
“I trust you. And yes, it’s time.” She paused before adding, “And I want you to be my Dom during this.”
“Then I suggest you stand up, lean over the bed, and open your legs wide.”
She did as he said. It excited her to finally do this for him. He had talked for so long about the fact that he couldn’t wait to take her in the ass, and now she was offering it to him and in his element. Greg fumbled in a drawer and returned with a vibrator and lube.
“I want you to insert the vibrator into your pussy. Do not turn it on until I tell you to do so. I want you to relax. I’m going to squirt some lubricant on your opening and my fingers.”
After she pushed the vibrator into her pussy, a cool liquid met her hole and then one finger started to enter. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not after all the plugs she had used. In fact, it felt good. Another finger slid in and she could feel him stretching her opening some. She moaned and her sex grew wet.
“So fucking tight. This is going to feel so incredibly good.” He removed his fingers, and she heard him squirt a little more out of the bottle and she assumed he was coating his cock with it now. “Relax now. My dick is longer than the plugs, so there’s going to be a period where it’s going to be uncomfortable. When that feeling comes, I want you to switch on the vibrator. Do not pleasure yourself with the vibrator. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me Sir. Now I’m going to fuck your round, little ass the way it was meant to be.”
She gasped as he started to enter her. He was thicker than she was used to, but at this point she found it pleasurable. He pushed in further and reminded her to relax. Taking deep breaths, she did her best to do just that. She had a feeling he was more than halfway in when it started to become slightly painful. She flicked on the vibrator and a whole new feeling started. She cried out at the double sensation.
“I’m in and that vibration along with your tight hole has me ready to pound into you. What color are we?”
“Gre
en, Sir.” She panted.
“Good girl. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gripped her hips and started to thrust into her. She cried out and wanted to grind against the vibrator but knew better. He pushed into her a little more and the vibrator hit right against her clit. Damn, this was going to take a lot of self-control. Her breathing was heavy, and she really wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. The sensation of being filled in both holes left her with a new type of orgasm building.
“I’m not going to last long. Come for me now,” Greg demanded.
She gladly let go and the pleasure exploded through her. She gripped the bedspread and literally screamed at how good her orgasm felt. Once she was finally able to get herself under control, Greg thrust into her two hard times before he tightened his fingers into her hips.
“Good God!” he cried out.
After he finished riding out his orgasm, he pulled out of her and fell onto the bed beside her. Megan stayed where she was, still feeling pleasure from the vibrator.
“Want to come again from just the vibrator now?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Climb up here on all fours with your ass to me.”
Once in position, he started to thrust the thick tool in and out of her, letting the outside part tickle her clit. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to shoot through her. Part of it was the vibrator and the other part was being as exposed as she was to him. As she relaxed, Greg tossed the vibrator to the floor and pulled her down to him, wrapping his arms around her.
“That was incredible,” he said. “Did you enjoy it?”
She nodded. After three mind-blowing orgasms, there was no way she could form any words.
“Let’s take a short nap, then when we get up we’ll shower and maybe I’ll take you out to eat. How does that sound?”
“Amazing.” She yawned.
“I might have to tie you to my bed. I don’t think I ever want you to leave it.”
“Can we at least get under the covers? I’m a bit chilly at the moment.”
He laughed then pulled her with him up to the top of the bed and under the warmth of the sheets. She nuzzled her head into his side, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
Chapter 14
Over the next week, Megan was pleased with the progress that she and Greg were making toward balancing their BDSM relationship to a normal every day one. They had decided it would be best to stay with the contract they had as far as days in the playroom. And the other days if they got together, it would be outside of the playroom.
Megan was pleased with this. Greg was a great lover both in and out of the playroom. She actually found she was enjoying the scenes more now that they talked. She was feeling much more confident in herself and was able to speak freely with ease. She laughed, that had actually gotten her in trouble in one of their sessions. Greg hadn’t been easy on her either with punishment. She had gotten the paddle. And it shocked her that she actually kind of liked it. It hurt—hell, yes—but it also aroused her, which surprised her. She didn’t mind spankings during scenes, but she certainly didn’t expect to like it as a punishment.
Greg’s art show was only a few days away and he had told her he had a surprise for her—if she was a good girl. For days she had wondered what it was. She had asked many times, but he wasn’t telling her anything. The only thing he had hinted was that he would give it to her before the show. Saturday couldn’t get here fast enough.
Taking a long sip of her coffee, Megan got back to her current book she was writing. This one was special, and even though in the beginning she had decided that no one else’s eyes would ever see what she was writing, she’d changed her mind. She had made some revisions and only had a few more things to add before she turned it in to her publisher. She hoped for good news and maybe even a surprise for Greg. Maybe if she got it finished before the show, she could send him an unedited copy.
Greg walked out of the gallery where his show was going to be. He was pleased as it was getting all set up. Though he was more excited about his gift to Megan. A smile crossed his face. Several people from the lifestyle would be there, and he couldn’t wait to let it be known to all of them that Megan was his and he was finally settling down.
Right now, however, he was meeting with Jay to discuss Megan and get any advice he might have on making this a successful relationship. Even though Jay was not in a serious relationship at the moment, he was once deeply involved with a sub. Using his experience he had helped several other Dominants-submissives through the transition.
At the restaurant, Greg saw Jay right away and slid into the booth, greeting him. After they ordered their lunch and the waitress brought their drinks, they made small talk before getting into what they were there to discuss.
“I’m thrilled to hear how good things are with you and Megan. It worked out really well,” Jay started.
“It did, and right now things are going smooth. We’ve kept our current schedule and on other days we’re just us. But I need to make sure I keep my role as Dom to her. We already had one mishap the other day and I punished her.”
“That’s going to happen. Especially if you two take the next step to moving in together. It’s easy to forget what role you’re in. So keeping a schedule is good. Is your whole house, other than the playroom, still a place to speak freely?”
“Yes.”
The waitress came back to the table and delivered their meals. She asked if they needed anything else and then moved on to the next table.
“I personally think there needs to be a room besides the playroom that she is to address you as her Dom. Perhaps your office?” Jay suggested. “It isn’t just for your benefit but hers too. Anytime she steps in there, she’ll revert back to sub. Even if the two of you marry and have kids, you are a Dom and unless you’re going to give that up, you need to have areas where you’re in charge.”
“You’ve given me some things to think about. I should probably draw up a new contract since we’re at a different spot in our lives than we were a month ago.”
Jay took a bite out of his burger. Before he spoke again, he grinned widely. “Should I be expecting to see anything that will tell us all that you’ve officially found a sub?”
Greg smiled. “I have something up my sleeve, and once it’s done, I expect the word to travel fast.”
“Well, congrats. I really am happy for you.”
“Don’t jinx me. It hasn’t happened yet.”
“She won’t say no.”
Greg hoped he was right.
Saturday finally arrived, and Megan was a nervous wreck. Her printer had run out of ink and she had to rush out and get some so she could give Greg his surprise. Along with a new contract he had sent over. They had discussed it last night after their scene, which had been smoking hot.
Greg had gotten the hot wax out again and ice this time. And to go with that, they had experimented with a different type of nipple clamps. Needless to say, last night after her orgasm, she could have probably slept on the table she was tied up to and not have cared. With all the different sensations he had given her, when her pleasure came it felt like it shook her whole body. And afterward, Greg had carried her upstairs to his bed where he had lavished her with an assortment of fruits and discussed the new contract.
Some of the changes he wanted to make, she disagreed with, but they had hashed it all out. She was actually glad that he was going to insert his dominance more. She liked when he told her what to do outside the playroom. Those few times she got a peek at it in their normal lives. It was different than when her ex had demanded things. Anytime Greg did it, it was for her own good.
She sighed and knew she needed to get back on track. She was expected at Greg’s before the show. Her heart raced when she remembered the surprise. She had to hurry with what she was doing now, then get ready. She didn’t want to be late. Today was a Dominant-submissive day, so if she wasn
’t on time, he might possibly spank her.
After her shower, she did her hair and makeup. She decided to put a little curl in her hair and pull it back away from her face. She put the eye makeup on heavily. Tonight she needed to look her best. Next she slipped on a form fitting black dress. As she slid the satin material over her body, she moaned at the way it was cool to her skin. The dress came right above her knees and had a low v-neckline. Normally she would wear an undershirt to avoid showing too much cleavage, but tonight she was to be sexy.
Jewelry was next. She put in some hoop earrings and found some cute bangle bracelets. But for some reason, she just couldn’t find the right necklace. Shrugging, she decided it wasn’t necessary. She wasn’t on display tonight—she hoped.
Megan pulled her black stilettos out of the closet. She hated heels, but needed them for her sexiness effect tonight.
She did one last run through, making sure the cat had food, her overnight bag was packed, and her surprise sat in a manila envelope. Tonight was going to be a great evening. She couldn’t wait.
Greg paced in his study. Tonight was a big night in more than one way. But he was confident in one event tonight, and that was the one that involved Megan. Now if only she would get there. He was so ready.
A glance at the clock told him she should be there at any moment. His heart raced at the sound of a car door shutting. He wanted to greet her in the front hall, but it was important that he stayed in here. He had to be Dom from the moment she arrived.
The front door opened and shut and she called out to him. He heard her bag drop and the sound of her heels clicking on his hardwoods as she headed to, he assumed, the kitchen. Next her footsteps made their way toward his office. She stopped in the doorway, looking unsure if she wanted to enter.
Greg took the moment to take in her beauty. She was dressed to the nines, and just looking at her breasts on display left him with a raging hard-on. There was no way he would be able to go to his showing without ravishing her first.
“Come on in here,” he said.
